#I don’t own the art posted here

[flaneur001]

Silent Confessions

[CW- themes of self hate, cursing/swearing, it’s sfw but mildly suggestive] Boyfriend Whitney x GN PC

His eyes opened by a fraction, blue orbs adjusting to the street light filtering in through the window in the small, stuffy room. He blinked rapidly, as if only now remembering how he ended up here. Whitney gently shifted in the small creaky bed, the worse for wear sheets covering your half naked body rode down with his movements.

You whined a little, flailing your arms around in an attempt to pull the boy closer, further entangling your limbs, under the sheets.

“Stop moving” you mumbled nosing along the crook of his neck. The sound of his steady pulse against your face gave you a sense of security, and a feeling of familiarity. A feeling that you were growing dangerously attached to, “l’m cold” you managed to whisper. Even half asleep you could practically see, no, feel him roll his eyes.

“You’re getting way too comfortable with me, aren’t you little one… ordering me around now, huh?” he murmured as he shifted in the cramped space, easily scooping you up and placing you atop him, as he pulled the old blanket over both of your forms. Despite his rough tone, his hands were gentle, like always. His chin came to rest on your head, strong arms holding your waist like a lifeline, and you found yourself unconsciously matching your breathing with his, secretly loving the way both of your chests touched when they rose and fell in tandem.

A beat of silence passed. Both of you said nothing, just listened to the sound of your combined breathing dancing in the dark. Whitney rubbed soothing circles on your back, slender fingers inching down to find the words written in black permanent marker near your left hip.

A small frown creased his forehead. His blue eyes caught the words emblazoned on your skin, reflected into the mirror of the dilapidated armoire. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he kept staring at the reflection transfixed.

He saw the way your legs wrapped around his waist, how your head rested on his chest, and those damned words that he himself wrote, sat there on your body, mocking him.It was all too intimate, and suddenly he regretted letting his guard down. Regretted letting you drag him to this dump of a place.

It was somewhere he had sworn not to enter. He had been here with his lackeys before. But he never stayed long. Those fleeting glimpses into your life were enough to sate his curiosity. Of this weird fixation he held about you. He hated that he was almost obsessed about knowing what you did after school, where you lived, whom you hung out with.

But when you finally humored his stupid request and took him to your crusty old orphanage, that small shy smile you wore when you showed him your bedroom, tore at his heart in a way that he simply couldn’t comprehend. He felt nauseated at the idea of defiling you in a place you felt safe in. Promising to himself that he will not ruin this little haven that you called home.

Yet here he was bathing in the after effects of his selfish decisions. No he wasn’t selfish. He was downright greedy. Eagerly taking everything that you so naively offered. That’s how your relationship had always been. Him taking incessantly and you giving immeasurably.

He heaved out a shuddering breath, willing his eyes to move from the reflection. He looked around the small quarters in a desperate attempt to divert his thoughts away from the dangerous chasm that they were leading him to.

You will never be enough for them

He clenched his eyes shut trying to drown out the annoying voice.

They are too kind for a pathetic human like you. You will simply drag them down.

“Shut.Up” he ground out, his grip tightening unconsciously around you. You winced in your sleep and Whitney blanched. He instantly loosened his grip and pressed a soft kiss to your hair as a silent apology.

He could hear the birds chirrup in the distance. Cold air found its way through a draft in the window to tickle his skin. The dawn was approaching. He gently rolled over and placed you in the centre of the bed, carefully tucking you in as he slipped out of the covers silently.

Despite his solemn mood, a small smile crept up his face at the beautifully disheveled state you presented. Hair all mussed up, lips swollen legs sticking out from underneath his white shirt that covered your chest. Unable to stop himself he leaned down and caught your lips in a soft kiss, tasting those feathery dreams that he dared not see with open eyes.

He roved a hand though his blond hair, moving the fringe aside to get a good look at your face.

“So trusting. Letting your guard down around me” he laughed bitterly. Unbidden his eyes flitted to the words on your left hip and he looked away quickly before he started thinking too deeply about it.

It was an impulse. Yes. That’s exactly what it was. You both were intoxicated and he was so lost in the way you pleasured him, that he simply didn’t think before he wrote.

He stood to his full height and walked towards the door of the small room. He better slip out before that shady bitch Bailey found him.

Hovering a little by the door, he hesitated before stalking to your desk and grabbing a sheet of paper. “Screw it” he whispered taking a pen and quickly scribbling a note before he could talk himself out of it.

“You can keep the shirt. It looks better on you ;)”

He folded the small note and placed it beside your head, proudly sauntering outside your room shirtless. He didn’t look back, as he left you slumbering. Leaving nothing but his shirt and the words behind that he was too afraid to say to you.

And surely, you were in for a surprise when you would wake up and see “I love you” resting on your hip in his messy penmanship instead of the usual “Whitney’s toy”

[can-a-tuna-fish]

Give him $25 and he will come home with a bag full of food that hasn’t seen the light of day since the early 90’s.

[fisherrprince]

Instead of writing a fanfic like a normal person this oneshot turned into two separate, contextless things,

[buttered-toasty]

This image is endlessly delightful to me. The first instinct is to say, as my friend put it, he has handfuls. But waist is lower down. Tits are a smidge higher up. Celebrimbor you have handfuls mostly of ribcage. Also he is yapping as if this is a normal part of conversation. Annatar looks like the colony rats in his lab just developed new, never before seen behaviors. If I walked into a room and saw this I would audibly say “that’s enough of this room for today” and turn around and walk back out. Clearly I am interrupting something, though what that something is is anyone’s guess.

Also there is obviously something queer going on here but it doesn’t even matter. We have transcended the use of queer in reference to sexuality and gone back to its original meaning. They are so fucking strange.

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Goes without saying this image has boundless template potential and I WILL be doing this to my OCs

[ellameloetta]

scott pilgrim takes off au where everything is the same except ramona’s carrying this little rascal in her bag and pops out at the most inappropriate times to crack jokes 😭

+ bonus doodle of ramona as huntress bcuz i learned mary elizabeth winstead played her in the 2020 birds of prey movie 💜🖤

[foursaints]

Based on your last ask,

I need (desperately) to know every single fact you have about your ocs.

of course!! the main thing is that my silly angel & demon are husbands & they’re both complete cunts

okay i will put a little more lore under the cut… i draw them a lot but sharing makes me shy. the plot might be cringy because me and @wyorians made them as a teen but… they’re my everything

1) theodore (theo) is a lonely antisocial art student who became divinely protected after his guardian angel fell in love with him. it’s unrequited bc he’s completely unaware. he’s kind of a depressed degenerate pervert but he has a good & pure & beautiful heart that nobody knows about except his angel. he’s from quebec, CA

2) friedrich (freddie) is an insane ivy league nepo baby who has been selling slivers of his soul to the devil in increments. his parents named him after nietzsche. he is very type-a about these deals and believes he will defeat the devil with the power of spreadsheets & cunt. he has ~70% of his soul left. he’s from acapulco, MX

they keep meeting by chance. they’re friends with benefits who ravage each others bodies in a manner that is genuinely psychologically concerning… whore4whore pairing. & sickeningly in love but that’s secret.

[ottosbigtop]

Something about mistranslations and perspectives and trying very very hard.

[amavaria]

Visitor 🦋

Sorry for no art, my job is getting in the way of my free time

[zolu4choppa]

Happy Birthday to the Sword Husband! ⚔️💚

Here’s a cringy homemade wanted poster!

Also got my 3rd lobe piercing on the left side today so now I can cosplay him for real.

(Of course I chose a green stud in honor of our marimo/moss head)

[venacoeurva]

Yes hello people going through my older kh art on this account because for some reason a shitload of them are getting notes again?? Are people leaving Twitter and coming back onto here? Anyway a reminder

[hplonesomeart]

He found out he’s not the highest rated anymore….isn’t taking it too well <<

[tariah23]

Man, I still remember participating in one of the many jjba zines that I took part in and how my piece was placed as the first page (for the second time) and how one of my mutuals/artists that I’ve always admired, hit me with the “oh… you’re on the front page again… 😅…” like man, that kind of killed me lmfao. I never got over it like man, what was that about.

[cuteniaarts]

Digitalised + coloured + redesigned version of my Suiren and Vaatu sketch from two days ago, as promised!!

Coming up with Suiren’s design was a very long process of trying and failing because after you’ve drawn 9+ different versions of one character, the creativity starts to run a little dry, but I’m actually really proud of this one, she looks absolutely adorable <3

(Also yeah I did mostly just scribble Vaatu’s pattern because who has the energy to draw the all out accurately. Not me, that’s who, I’m chronically tired. People who draw him on the regular have my utmost respect. He’s still a funky little guy though :D)

Bonus, Raava incessantly screaming inside Suiren (and being completely ignored because Suiren is tired of her) while all this is happening:

[quibbs126]

So I made this, based on that concept character I mentioned previously

Two versions because I wanted to be cool and do cool lighting and effects, but I also don’t know how to do that, and I wanted to show the original colors

I’m realizing now that I start a lot of my art posts like that. Should probably change that

But anyways yeah, this is the character. I don’t really have a name for her honestly. My brain says Apricot, but also she has no orange anywhere, so name probably doesn’t work. Also Electra has come to mind, but it doesn’t fit with Cherry and Plum’s names

I don’t really know what her character would be, or even what time period she’d be from. Maybe she could be part of some sort of circus troupe the party encounters and has to deal with? Like some sort of boss rush. Don’t know if they’d fit in the Past or Present. Present might have some interesting connotations though

Her hands were a pain in my ass, and I still don’t think I got them 100% right, but they’re good enough

It was while looking at the concept art today that I realized that I really like the old concept of the Demons having big hands. Like I get why they took out the tail and all, difficult to work with (and also that means Menos would have a tail, which just feels wrong to me), but why couldn’t they have big hands? Menos is already shaped completely different from the rest of the cast anyways

But yeah, she has big hands

One of her eyes is obscured solely because I didn’t feel like drawing it. Wish I had made the shadow look better though

I really do need to get better at figuring out effects. It looks pretty bad because I never do backgrounds or effects

But yeah, I think that’s about it. I gripe but I actually am pretty happy with how it all turned out, I’m just weak in some areas

Edit: oh yeah, I think I figured out why Cherry/Plum had circus concepts originally. Genova’s page in the artbook mentions annual circus games happening there, and given that plus us knowing the Demon Trio wanted to take revenge on humans, methinks part of the initial plan was to have them infiltrate the circus to cause mayhem and get in the capital. I don’t know for sure but it’s a thought

[lilianhuas]

[oakbuggy]

This is called disrespect

Thank u for letting me know!! It IS disrespectful to repost people’s art!

For my fanart specifically, I do not feel personally too strongly about it as long as they’re not claiming to be the artist or selling it. The stuff on this blog has always been stress-free ‘on the side’ art so I don’t mind the reposting w/ credit.

It’s best-case annoying and worst-case can be detrimental to many many other artists tho!!